Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

Five A.M. - Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
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Comments about Five A.M. by Allen Ginsberg

  • Savita Tyagi (11/21/2015 8:49:00 AM)

    Reading this poem I thought of my own Five. A.M. Poem. A serene time of morning our thoughts can be reflective of many life's unanswered questions or we could be at peace sensing the peace and harmony of that moment. (Report) Reply

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  • Douglas Scotney (11/14/2014 7:05:00 PM)

    you have got the word in there Alan: 'space'. (Report) Reply

  • Lenny Gazbowski Lenny Gazbowski (11/14/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    Great expansive imagery! (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (1/31/2014 3:12:00 AM)

    ......at five a.m. some very entertaining and wonderfully strange with vividly imaginative and sometimes disturbing thoughts can come into anyone's mind....but even more thought provoking is just where do thoughts come from....does anyone know....how does the mind create these thoughts faster than the speed of light... (Report) Reply

  • Chris Mendros (10/30/2007 2:39:00 AM)

    A catalog of images stretching far beyond conventional limits.
    Excellent! (Report) Reply

  • J P Klegg (7/22/2005 7:31:00 PM)

    The Wild Man speaketh. (Report) Reply








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